"Because there is a spirit in the carriage, it is still chilly even in such hot weather." Zhou Xiaolong does not hide it. "But in my opinion, it should be a traffic accident. The spirit in the carriage is white and generally has no resentment. If it is the kind of vicious spirit, it is called evil spirit with resentment. What is the most difficult thing?"
Xia Xuezheng listened intently and Wu Youcai stumbled in. He said to Zhou Xiaolong, "I asked this car clearly. It was an accident. Once the former owner drove this car through a mental hospital. Unfortunately, a female mental patient ran out of the hospital, but the main responsibility of this traffic accident was not the driver but the female mental patient."
So that’s it. Zhou Xiaolong wanted to think that good spirits can be manifested and generally remain like that before their death.
That good spirit looks strange. It turned out that he was a psychopath before his death. He probably likes to plug plastic artificial flowers.
This psychopath ran out of the hospital to play and was hit by a car. It should be a traffic accident.
"What can I do, little brother? Can you help me with this now?"
"But you have to go shopping first."
"Well, well, what do you want to buy quickly?"
"It’s very simple to buy some incense paper money."
"Ok, ok, then I’ll take a taxi to buy a little brother near the Great Zen Temple. You must wait for me for an hour at the latest and I’ll be back!"
Wu Youcai ran out of the company while wiping his head and sweating.
Xia Xue walked to the door and sighed. "This Wu Youcai is so wicked that he always likes to covet petty advantages, so he only asks 200 thousand for a new car. Is there a problem with it? Alas, today is really enough for him to drink a pot."
"By the way, is there a big Buddhist temple now?" Zhou Xiaolong asked Xia Xue
Wu Youcai started the Great Buddhist Temple before he left. In Zhou Xiaolong’s memory, more than 100 years ago, there was also a monk temple called the Great Buddhist Temple in Jinhai.
"Yes, the Great Zen Temple is the temple with the largest incense in Tianjin and Hainan, and it covers a large area." Xia Xue looked at Zhou Xiaolong. "Xiaolong, why do you ask?"
"Nothing. A long time ago, Master and I set up a fortune-telling booth at the entrance of the Great Buddhist Temple. Sometimes I want to go to the Great Buddhist Temple to have a look."
"Well, that Wu Youcai deserved it. I have to get to work quickly." Xia Xue breathed a sigh of relief. She still has a lot of things to do. "Give me the plan of Xiaoya’s restaurant if it is scanned or not!"
"Manager Xia has scanned it and sent it to you." Xiaoya said.
"Well, I’ll have a look. By the way, you’re watching TV dramas in Midnight Food Store now. I’ll have a look at the interior decoration. I want Japanese TV dramas. Don’t give me Huang Lei!"
"I have this drama in my mobile phone, so I can give it to you directly!"
Xiaoya gave the video to Xia Xue Zhou Xiaolong, who was curious and went to the back of the monitor. The three of them watched Midnight Food Store’s play together.
Xia Xue cut a few pictures of his interest and said, "The layout in this store is almost as important as that in ordinary restaurants, but the boss has a scar on his face and looks more manly."
Xiaoya asked for thick glasses and said, "But there are some decorative paintings that look good and have Japanese style, such as Mount Fuji. Should we draw some?"
"Right, right, right, Xiaoya, it’s very good for you to talk to Uncle Scratch and ask Uncle Scratch if he can hand-draw us some decorative paintings?"
Xiaoya promised to call Uncle Scratch. Why is it so strange that Zhou Xiaolong heard the name "Uncle Scratch"?
Zhou Xiaolong asked Xia Xue, "The name Uncle Scratch is so ugly. Who is Uncle Scratch?"
"Uncle Scratch was my senior," Xia Xue said. "At that time, we were all artists in the Art Institute. I was interested in performance at that time. Uncle Scratch studied graphic design, and later he mainly painted commercial illustrations. Many posters were painted by Uncle Scratch himself. Uncle Scratch’s painting level was very good."
"So Uncle Scratch is a painter and a human being. What do you mean by such an ugly name?"
"Because Uncle Scratch is a comparison," Xia Xue blushed at Zhou Xiaolong. "Xiaolong, when you grow up, my aunt will explain to you. Last night, I put fruit in your mobile phone. It’s fun. You can sit on the sofa and play for a while or wait for Wu Youcai to come back. My aunt will be very busy today. Don’t disturb her aunt’s work. Sit on the sofa and play with her mobile phone. Be good!"
Fruit digestion was really no ordinary fun. Zhou Xiaolong bowed his head and unconsciously played for more than an hour. At this time, Wu Youcai came back with two black plastic bags.
"Little brother bought everything, and then what should I do?"
"Let me have a look first."
Zhou Xiaolong checked everything with a black plastic bag, but it seems that there are still many old shops doing this business around the Grand Temple.
"Is everything all right?" Wu Youcai asked.
"No problem. Now we have to go to the garage."
Xia Xue also wanted to follow to see the excitement, but Uncle Scratch happened to come at this time. Two people still need to talk about restaurant decorative painting, and Xia Xue didn’t follow the floor.
When he left, Xia Xue said, "Little Dragon, be careful not to poke Lou!"
Zhou Xiaolong nodded. "I know that I am measured."
Chapter 13 Turn over mental illness
Zhou Xiaolong and Wu Youcai came to the garage for the second time. Zhou Xiaolong asked Wu Youcai to tell the garage manager to temporarily open the garage door, otherwise a stranger will bring the car in later, which will affect the effect.
Wu Youcai is now out of his mind. He believes everything Zhou Xiaolong says. He quickly ran to the garage administrator’s office and stuffed the administrator with hundreds of dollars.
Then the administrator really lowered the garage door and put a sign at the door saying that the garage shutter door was out of order.
After the garage door was closed, it became darker in the garage. Fortunately, the emergency lights were on.
In order to make Wu Youcai feel that the money was spent, Zhou Xiaolong wiped some saliva on Wu Youcai’s eyelids.
Zhou Xiaolong’s saliva is magical, just like the effect of soaking crow’s eyes in water or fresh cow’s tears, which is equivalent to letting the other person have yin and yang eyes.
Zhou Xiaolong asked Wu Youcai to hit the door of the co-pilot position, and then spilled a lot of paper money on the ground. Zhou Xiaolong had already lit a bundle of incense sticks and twisted it into a beautiful fan.
Zhou Xiaolong, holding a lighted incense stick, recited the mantra of crossing over, and then walked around the car. When he passed by the front of the car, he looked down and saw that the good spirit with plastic artificial flowers all over his head was giggling at himself.
It is estimated that this psychopath has not been cured even if he has become a spiritual brain.
"The girl can’t stay in the car all the time, and you should go. Look, there is so much paper money on the ground. Come out and pick up the money quickly!"